All that is left of the once proud city is rubble and ruin, nothing is left, thieves have taken everything valuable. Monsters still roam the old streets. The Castle in the distance, a once proud affair, now is a twisted reflection of it's former self, a grim reminder of what was lost in the last war.
When Kryn entered he immediately followed an unknown path with habitual ease. Creatures that saw them skittered out of sight.
"So, what are we doing at this Ghost town, I though it was robbed of every treasure. Even the temple was sacked." Thorik asked as he followed.
"Pay a visit to some old friends." Kryn said simply and was silent for awhile. The nearer they came to the palace, the stranger the place began to feel, as if, everything in there wasn't quite dead, it was a feeling that even affected those numb to the power of magic. As they came to the first watch tower, he got off his horse and entered the post and lying there was a male soldier, a leather bound book lay on a nearby desk. He reached into his bag and pulled out a flower and put it in a blank page. "Hey Greg, I found another flower for your book. It was out west by Lake Hylia, I think its a new breed." He told the body everything he knew about the flower. After awhile he came back out.
Thorik was bored and picking his ears. when Lake Hylia was mentioned his interests where peacked, but got bored when he spoke of flowers. He didn't want to think of flowers, especially since they made him think of Her. He visibley shuddered at the memory.
Kryn climbed up onto his horse, saying nothing and continued on to the castle. This was the only dead soldier out here.
Soros entered and took a different path than the other two took. He felt things alive here and shrugged as he took his scythe out and cut down a ghost as he walked toward a turning point. "Many things are acting like they shouldn't be...What caused this...?" He mused out loud.
